Binary: Rough Draft Edition (Sword Dancers, Book 1)

Chapter 9: Olivia

Olivia thought the bonding process would hurt. The thought of sharing the energy from her own body with an alien technological being was hurtful enough. However, she was in the armor mode now. Haze was in control physically and it really was like how Murphy said. 

Looking at herself in her bedroom mirror she was impressed. She was now dressed as a knight. Tyree and Colin told her earlier that when Murphy had attacked them, they turned into knights too. Murphy then told them all that as the binary process depends the suits would become more individualized denoting the traits of the Sparks, while also conforming to the skill that each of their human counterparts possessed. 

"This is amazing," she said. "I feel stronger with you on. Feels almost like wearing pajamas.

"That's good to hear, I'm happy that you have taken comfort with me." Haze said. They both were talking out loud while the men went to the car.

"So, in this mode, you're in physical control?"

"Yes and no. Murphy didn't explain the concept well. Although you are the driver and I'm the vehicle, I can't move unless we are in total agreement.  Your energy and thoughts power my actions. The same goes for when you powered down. You have access to the promotion ability and checkmate, but I powered those for you. We must be on the same page or else we will get each other killed. The men know this already, but even now."

"I see. The moment either of us hesitates..."

"Could be our doom." Haze said 

Oliva pulled a dagger from the belt around her thigh. The dagger's hilt ended with a snowflake pommel. A snowflake insignia was inscribed in the guard of the dagger. The grip was a dark blue and faded into a light blue towards the guard. Both of the snowflakes appeared white, but Oliva could see that they were just lighter blues. The blade looked like it could only be used to cur food. The overall design was elegant, beautiful, and light to the touch. 

"A knife?"

"The correct term would be a dagger. This is our weapon. My master gave it to me when I was learning to become a soldier and training as a nurse."

"You are a nurse too?" she asked Haze. Haze didn't' respond at first.

"Yes.  See on Pluto, each of the six races has a particular function. The cutters are our warrior tribe. The fire tribe keeps the weather at bay so that we all don't melt. The ice tribe, well we are usually healers. We have our own combat school. The closet martial art style that comes close to it here on Earth is TaiChiQuan."

Oliva nodded her head. "I heard of it. Sounds like  a yoga discipline."

"Well, soon you will know it as well as the process depends." 

"What do you mean?" 

"The longer we bond, the more I become a part of you. The more you become part of me. Even when you're not wearing me, I will be part of you as a watch. Eventually, I will become a mark and be part of your system."

"Wait. We didn't agree to that. After this, I thought you would let me go. You lied to us." Olivia's voice raised, trying not to yell. 

"I understand that you feel that way, but you don't' understand. The only way for me to jump is if you find someone stronger. If I were to leave you now there is a good chance I die. Then you."

"I can't do this." Olivia sat in her chair by the closet. Holding a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. She thought about how angry she was at Tyree but also knew that this was bigger than her emotions. Their world was at stake and right now, they were the only ones who knew about Megatron. She agreed with everyone else that going to the authorities would be bad. No telling if Megatron convinces anyone of the force to host him. No, they were better off ton their own.